A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

Evans was born

one who picked the name for his

was a simple building with windows that had a Light

was currently snowy, so anyone here would feel comfortable drinking a cup of hot cocoa in a warm

no matter

the window, looking outside. His thin stature made the hospital

had almost

alive. He had lived two months longer

standing behind him with a glass of water and medicine in

time for you to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him in a low

he had not

After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It

nose twitched when he heard

immediately broke into a smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans would

her favorite

silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby?

began to fumble

then, he stopped and shook

her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her

I better not call

give

this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward

“Please take your medicine.

I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You

him and swallowed

bed, and a nurse came

done, Mark looked

got weaker and weaker

nowadays. This time, he had a dream and

the hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he

doctor had almost given

still alive. He had lived two months

glass of water and medicine in

to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him in a

he had

murmured,

nose twitched when

year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans would

favorite

after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about

this, he began to fumble in

he stopped and shook his

yesterday, he had thought about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all. He knew she hated

I better not call her,” he

give Cecilia too

Nevertheless, he stepped

“Please take your medicine.

can go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies.

medicines from him and swallowed

nurse came in to help put

Mark looked sideways at

phone got weaker and weaker until he finally

Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and it was about

to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong

much

and call

fact, this Cecilia in his dream was so

gently stroked his face, saying, “Mark, I don’t blame you

this point,

hospital room were white,

closed his

needed to have

he felt cold all over his body. He felt

had probably gone to buy the pumpkin pies by

foreign nurse was in

to return home. He missed

cooked, and the apartment on Gamous Road,

he knew he couldn’t change anything for

would never give up as long

even if he wouldn’t survive and have her back… He would never

was determined to stay strong and

it difficult to go back to

to make paper planes. He knew how

he would invent a plane when he grew up. The plane would be so fast that it would get

he wanted to go there because he

boy. Mark’s pale fingers trembled as

back

snowstorm on

pumpkin pies are still warm,” he said to his boss with a

planes Mark had been making

neatly arranged the paper planes and smiled at

have some of your

only actually took a Little

was not more

mouth, he put down the spoon

his eyes and looked

home and have

Angela’s Library

But he

him about it, Mark’s phone rang. It

around 4 a.m.

when he looked at the caller ID.

you,” Peter urged in a

into a

boy,” he

the phone. It was an international call, so the signal was a little

voice sounded a

“Cecilia gave birth to a girl. Her name is

a girl that

hand in which Mark held the phone trembled so violently that he couldn’t say anything for some

brief silence, Waylen said, “Mark,

Mark closed his eyes.

see you

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

brief silence, Waylen said, “Mark, no matter what, I

the emotional entanglement with Cecilia, Mark was

first half of

sniffed and put down

he never even dared to ask to

all along, was eager to hear what had been

“What happened?” he asked.

edge of the bed in silence. After a while, he looked up at Peter and said, “Cecilia has given birth to a baby girl. She’s

hear this and he did a fist pump

he said with

the first day of

stroke one

back home

Angela’s Library

glance would be

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